You're being a little too affectionate for Greg's liking

A few minutes later, the three of you are lounging in Greg and Melanie's bedroom. While you and Melanie are naked, your new father is in his underwear... And he seems a bit displeased at the way you're lying on top of his wife, groping and kissing her obscenely while he watches from his side of the bed. “...I thought this was supposed to be feeding time?”

Melanie's breasts are pressed against your chest, cushioning your weight as you pin her arms to the bed. Her legs lock around your hips as you grind against one another, kissing and rubbing your genitals. Ignoring Greg's complaint, you continue thrusting against Melanie's thigh and kissing her beautiful face... but she chooses to reply.

“This is feeding time, Honey,” she says, pulling her mouth away from yours while still gyrating her hips. Her eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, so you know where her attention is. “We’ve been separated for his entire life, so there’s a lot love he’s missed. I intend to more than make up for it.”

“I didn’t imagine it’d be quite like this, though,” Greg mutters, sounding more than a little tired as he lays awkwardly beside the two of you. “What if he gets carried away? You don’t want him to put his... thing inside you, do you?”

To be fair to Greg, things have been moving a little faster than you expected. You were perfectly content with just cockblocking him, going heavy on the petting and nudity while taking it slow with the really sexual stuff... Until you entered the room and Melanie abruptly pulled off her clothes. A guy can only take so much temptation, right?

Your arousal soars even further as Greg voices his concern and apparent jealousy. You dive headfirst into Melanie’s breasts, burying your face in the soft, creamy flesh.

“Ah! I t-told you... He’s just being affectionate,” Melanie coos as you latch onto one nipple and begin to suckle lewdly in full view of her husband. She rubs your butt with her heel as you slowly grind the head of your cock up and down her wet slit. “And could you stop worrying? I’ve got things under control.”

“Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t let me put it in, Mommy,” you murmur, letting her nipple go with a pop. You give her other breast a small lick before grinning at her. “You might be in charge, but it’s pretty clear you’re not really trying to exercise control over me.”

“Of course, Sweetie.” Melanie replies dotingly. “You know Mommy will give you anything you want.”

“How about a baby, Mommy? I’d love to give you your own grandchildren...”

In your peripheral vision, you see Greg sit up a little, then freeze. You're a bit on-edge yourself; even with your new powers, this is a pretty big thing to ask.

“That sounds wonderful,” Melanie says after a moment, biting her lip as she does do. She pulls your mouth back onto her nipple and caresses your neck lovingly. “I can’t think of a better way to prove my love for you darling.”

You growl as your lust surges, and hump against her in arousal.

Greg is silent for a minute or two while you keep suckling. “G-guys,” he finally grunts, sounding envious and defeated even as he watches you intently. “How come I’m the only one left out?”

You choose that moment to try to push your cock into Melanie's slit, but in your blind haste it slides upward and rests on her belly.

“Sweetie, that’s not where your penis goes,” she says, her voice warm and loving as blatantly disregards her husband’s questions and instead reaches down to fix the fat head of your cock against her pussy. She flinches as you bite her nipple and try to push inside of her again, then finally turns her attention to Greg.

“How about you go take care of Hanna if you’re feeling left out?”

“Huh?” The contrast between the warmth with which she addresses you and the business-like tone with she addresses him stuns Greg for a moment.

“I mean, if you’re horny, nobody's going to stop you from jerking off. As you can see--Ah...” Melanie gasps as you push harder, pressing your glans against her cunt. "I’m kinda busy with our son and... and I think if you're not going to shut up and watch, you might as well leave. It's better for John to have some privacy with me anyway..."

She sighs, running a hand through your hair. "Honey, you need to rub it, get it a little bit slicker before you can put it inside me. You’re much bigger than what I’m used to--"

"Really?" Greg's sitting up all the way now, red faced and frowning at you both. You can tell he’s stoppered his frustration as he continues in a subdued and disbelieving tone a moment later. "You’re telling me to leave you because need privacy to fuck our son?"

“I don’t think I stuttered, Greg, and I’m not going to repeat myself for you,” Melanie retorts coolly, cradling your head protectively, as if safeguarding you from Greg’s words. “Don’t kill the mood with all that nagging and whining... Ignore your father, Sweetie. You can push a little harder now...”

Greg sighs in defeat before getting off the bed and picking up his pants from the floor. “I hope you consider weaning him soon,” he grunts, sounding positively sour. He struggles with his pants for a moment, unable to take his eyes off you both while he gets dressed and heads towards the door. “He should be doing these things with a girl he’s not related to. Can’t let him stay a momma’s boy forever.”

You lift your head slightly and put your lips next to Melanie’s ear.

“You’re not going to tolerate him or anyone else talking about our relationship like that,” you whisper, and Melanie’s gaze turns borderline hostile as she glares at her husband. "You make the rules, and they don't need to be fair."

“You and I will have a talk about how you need to behave around the house after I’m done here,” Melanie says softly, but the cold sharpness of her voice carries over and Greg flinches and fumbles with the doorknob. “I’ve tolerated your fragile ego so far, but there’s no longer any room for it under this roof.”

Greg flushes with embarrassment as he turns away from his wife’s gaze, confused and visibly uncomfortable as he scampers away.

“Don’t worry about him. Your father’s ego is just bruised, that's all. You can be a momma’s boy for as long as you like... It’s what my precious boy deserves, after all.”

It’s beyond thrilling to see the shift in Melanie’s demeanour, to see her so fixated in proving devotion to you and in defending you from the mildest criticism.

“I think I’m wet enough now,” Melanie says sweetly, wrapping her legs more tightly around you. “Try pushing that big, beautiful cock inside, now... Slowly...”